Sometimes in your sleep you tend to ‘whisper dream’
Sharing details of your hopes, secrets, and fantasies in between
Your fears, frustrations, and desperations, it seems
So odd because, by day when I ask how are things?
You just shrug and reply that everything is okay
Later at night, much to my dismay
You tell me how you really feel and exactly how things got this way
True, I’m due a bulk of the blame
But these one way conversations are driving me insane!
I can only listen
Can’t reply or defend my position
Brutal honesty, honestly best fits the description
I tried to tell you the truth
Incredulous, you demanded tangible proof
But when I recorded last night’s monologue
I panicked and paused
Confused of what you accused
Your conscience’s truth left my ego shattered and bruised
So I woke you up angry, screaming, demanding an answer!
How could you hide the news, for two months, that you’ve been diagnosed with cancer?